Sunday, February 23, 2014


More later. Now this:

On the shores of far Ohio
Lives a corps that’s strong and true
Leading lives by one stern motto;
“Silver’s letters shant get through!”

“You may write him in the morning
By a light that’s pure and pale
You may write by misty moonlight
Silver shall not get his mail.

“He will look for them with lanterns
He may use a dowser’s stick
A wizened few may dribble in
But they will not travel quick.

“Our lot is hard and lonely
And our numbers sad and few
Still, we have our consolation
Silver’s letters don’t get through!”

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